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to see your face every night.”
    I reached up and put my hand on his cheek. “You really didn’t like it when I had to stay overnight in the city, huh?”
    He turned his head, kissing my palm, before he stepped forward into me, face down in my shoulder as his hands slid up under my shirt and touched my skin. I trembled in his arms, the feel of his callused palms on my body making my pulse jump.
    “Rand!” I was surprised when he bent and threw me over his shoulder, carried me to a nearby tree, dropped me on my feet, spun me around, and shoved me up against it.
    “No, I didn’t like it at all. You should be home when I’m home, period.”
    I didn’t have time to speak, to argue with him, to tell him that his ideas about a mate were antiquated, before he reached down and dragged the T-shirt up over my head. I tried to turn, but he held me still, his mouth between my shoulder blades, kissing, licking, sucking on my skin. I got hard with the feel of his hands working open my buckle and belt, freeing my cock but nothing else, making no move to get me naked.
    “Your skin makes me fuckin’ crazy,” he confessed, his voice low and husky, so sexy.
    He kissed his way down to the small of my back and then turned me around in his arms, kneeling, hands fisted in my jeans as he licked the engorged head of my cock.
    “Oh God, Rand,” I whispered hoarsely, my hands clutching his shoulders as I pushed into his mouth, watching his lips slide over my swollen shaft, taking me in until his nose was buried in my groin.
    I pulled back, and shoved back in hard, fucking his mouth, feeling his hands gripping my ass now through the denim, savoring his hot, wet mouth and his tongue swirling around my cock.
    “Rand,” I rasped out. “Gonna come.”
    He tightened his grip on my ass, forcing me down his throat harder, faster, and I came undone under his hands, in his mouth. He swallowed everything, sucked me clean, and then rose and kissed me ravenously.
    Tasting myself on him was so hot, I moaned loudly, sucking on his lips, biting gently but firmly, letting him know he was not getting away.
    He smiled as he deepened the kiss, making it slower, deeper, ravaging my mouth.
    The moan became a whimper, and when I was breathless and shaking, he shoved me back, unbuckled and unfastened himself and shoved his jeans down to his ankles. I was about to drop to my knees in the cool grass in the shade of the tree, but he told me to take off my jeans and ride him.
    I smiled when I saw the butter packet from the diner where we’d had lunch. “That is not lube,” I chuckled, watching as he squirted the imitation butter spread onto the palm of his hand and slathered it over his cock. “It’s gonna get everywhere, and it won’t come off after.”
    “Like I give a fuck about after,” he told me, and I saw the heat and need in his steady gaze.
    He watched me with hungry eyes as I peeled out of my jeans and stepped over him.
    “You’re gonna have grass plastered to your ass.”
    “I only care about your ass, Stef,” he said, his voice a deep rumble in his chest. “Now ride your cowboy.”
    I shook my head. “That’s so cheesy.” I smiled, my breath shaky as I got down on my knees, straddling his thighs before taking hold of his throbbing cock and lining it up with my suddenly fluttering hole.
    “I’m gonna come just lookin’ at ya,” he croaked out, and I saw the desperation and his desire.
    “Come inside me,” I exhaled, lowering myself over him slowly, letting him feel my channel ripple around him, the muscles tightening and relaxing, swallowing him, until I was completely impaled.
    His hands gripped my thighs tight, and when I lifted up only to plunge back down, he yelled my name.
    “Tell me, Rand.”
    “Don’t pull away. Just lemme feel you.”
    When I was on top, Rand liked it when I pressed down into him and pushed. He loved my inner walls holding him, liked to have me wrapped around him, squeezing. When he was on top, he liked